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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.