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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Inner City,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.