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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.