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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.