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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
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.