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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.