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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.