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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.