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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.