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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.