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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Swans,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.