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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Slave,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.