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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
MC5,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.