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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.