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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.