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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.