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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.