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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.