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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
MDC,
MC5,
The Litter,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.