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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.