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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.