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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Smog,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.