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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.