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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.