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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.