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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.