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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.