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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.