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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.