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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.