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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.