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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.