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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.