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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.