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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.