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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.