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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Fear,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
X-101,
Make Up,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.