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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.