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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.