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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.