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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.