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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.