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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.