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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.