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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
ABC,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.