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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Television,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.