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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Faust 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
UT,
the Normal,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.