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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.