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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Litter,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.