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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Smoke to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.