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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.