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 Namibia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Qualms,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.