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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.