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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Smog,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.