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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.