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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.