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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.