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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.