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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.