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 India and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.