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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.