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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.