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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.