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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.