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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.