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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.