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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.