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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.