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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.