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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.