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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.