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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.