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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.