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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.