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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.