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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
UT,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.