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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.