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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.