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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Scion,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.