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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Move,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.