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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.