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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.