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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.