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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.