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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.