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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.