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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.