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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.