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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.