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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.