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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.