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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
PIL,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.