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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
the Human League,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.