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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The Names,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.