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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.