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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.