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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
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.