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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.