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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.