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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
UT,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.