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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.