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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Faust to the grime 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Index,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.