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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Technova,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.