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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Can,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
JFA,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.