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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Television,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.