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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.