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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.