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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.