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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.