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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
ABC,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.