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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.