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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.