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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.