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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Oneida,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.