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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.