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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.