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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.