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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.