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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Index,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.