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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.