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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.