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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.