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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.