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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Victims,
CMW,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.