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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.