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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.