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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.