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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.