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 Iran and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.