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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.