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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.