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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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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.