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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.