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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.