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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.