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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.