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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.