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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.