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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.