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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.