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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.