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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.