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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.