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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.