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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.