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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.