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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Wire,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.