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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.