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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.