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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.