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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Can,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.