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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.