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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.