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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.