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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.