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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.