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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Wings,
CMW,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.