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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.