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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.