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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.