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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.