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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.