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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.