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 and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Selecter,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.