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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.