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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.