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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.