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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.