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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.