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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.