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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Zeros to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.