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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Warsaw 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
the Association,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.