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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.