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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
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.