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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pagans to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.