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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.