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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.