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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.