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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.