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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Suicide,
Organ,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.