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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.