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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.