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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.