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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.