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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.