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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.