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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
10cc,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
UT,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.