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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.