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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gong to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.