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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.