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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Q65,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.