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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.