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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.