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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.