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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.