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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.