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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.