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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
MDC,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.