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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.