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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.