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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
cv313,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.