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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.