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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.