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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Smog,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.