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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.