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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Rekid,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.