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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Victims,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.