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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Faust,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.