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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.