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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.