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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Brick,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Franke,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.