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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.