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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.