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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.