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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.