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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.