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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.