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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.