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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Brick,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.