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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.