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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.