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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.