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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.