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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.