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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.