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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.