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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Model 500,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.