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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
MC5,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.