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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.