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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.