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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.