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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.