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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.