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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
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.