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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Pole,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.