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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.