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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.