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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.