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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.