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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.