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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.