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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.