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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 June Days 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.