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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Index,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.