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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Josef K,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.