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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.