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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.