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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tremeloes to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.