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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.