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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.