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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.