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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.