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 Denmark and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Magma,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.