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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Supertramp 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.