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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.