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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.