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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.