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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.