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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.