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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.