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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.