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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.