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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.