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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.