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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.