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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.