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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.