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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.