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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.