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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
10cc,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.