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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.