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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.