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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.