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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.