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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Visage,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.