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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.