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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.