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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.