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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.