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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Monks,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
UT,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.