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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.