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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.