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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.