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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.