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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.