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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.