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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.