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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.