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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.