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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.