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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
DNA,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.