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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.