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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.