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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.