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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
The Residents,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.