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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.