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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.