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 Sweden and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.