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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Quantec,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.