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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.