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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.