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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.