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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.