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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 E-Dancer 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.