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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
cv313,
New Order,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.