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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.