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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.