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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 John Foxx 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Niagra,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.