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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.