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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.