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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.