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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.