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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Mars,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.