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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.