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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.