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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.