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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.