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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
The Martian,
cv313,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.