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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Technova to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.