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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.