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 Finland 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.