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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.