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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.