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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.