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 Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.