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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.