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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.