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 Poland 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.