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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.