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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.