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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Visage,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.