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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.