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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.