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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.