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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Magma,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.