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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sparks,
Fear,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.