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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.