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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.