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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.