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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.