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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.