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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.