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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DNA to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.