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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.