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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
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 The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.