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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Aswad,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.