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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.