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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Crime,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
the Association,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.