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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.