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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Television,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.