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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.