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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.