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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.