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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.