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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Magma,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Swans,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.