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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.