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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.