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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.