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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.