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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Wire,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.