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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.