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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.