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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.