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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.