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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Scion,
EPMD,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.