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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.