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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.