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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.