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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.