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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
MC5,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.