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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.