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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.