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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.