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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.