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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.