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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Wire,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.