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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.