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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Slave,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
the Swans,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.