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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harmonia 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.