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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.