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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
MC5,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.