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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.