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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.