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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cramps to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Residents,
The Names,
Can,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.