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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.