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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.