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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.