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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.