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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.