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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.