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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.