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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.