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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
MC5,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.