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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.