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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.