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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.