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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.