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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.