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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.