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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.