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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.