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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
CMW,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.