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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.