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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.