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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.