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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
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.