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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.