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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.