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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Television,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.