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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.