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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.