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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.