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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Brick,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.