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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.