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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Associates to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.