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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.