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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Names,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.