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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
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.