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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.