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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.