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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.