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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.