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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.