Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.