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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.