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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.