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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.