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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.