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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Jandek,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.