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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.