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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.