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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.