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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Make Up,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.