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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Index,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.