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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Wings,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.