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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.