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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.