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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.