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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.