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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.