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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.