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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
UT,
Wings,
Organ,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.