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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.