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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.