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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.