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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.