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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Swans,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.