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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.