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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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 Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.