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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.