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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.