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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.