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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
The Slits,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.