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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Q65,
Index,
The Trojans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.