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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.