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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.