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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Cure,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.