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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.