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 Mexico and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.