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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.