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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.