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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.