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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.