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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 the Association to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Television,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.