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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Gong,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.