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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.