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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.