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 United States 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.