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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
cv313,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.