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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.