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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.