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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.