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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.