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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.