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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.