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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.