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 India and from Paris.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.