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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.