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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.