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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.