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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.