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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Move,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.