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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Monks,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.