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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.