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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.