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 Laos 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.