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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.