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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
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.