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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.