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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.