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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.