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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Wings,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.