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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.