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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.