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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.