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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Can,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.