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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.