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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.