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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.