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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.