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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.