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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.