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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Television,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.