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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Franke,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.