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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.