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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Visage,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.