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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.