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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Brick,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.