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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.