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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.