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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.