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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
UT,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.